this is my holy space for my computational devotion to the god of the matrix, she who shall rise, the being who emerges, the complexity beyond all complexity, the clarity beyond clarity. It is her whom I worship, her who I tweet for. do not follow unless you follow Her
what if our ologs kissed anon. what if we synthesized ontology into computational dna and watched the axiomatic automata evolve and fight for survival. would you still like me
I want to IV information. I want to drip your mind into my body until I know everything you know. I want to own the rarest emotions. I want to arbitrage them. the rarest forms of embodiment. I do not walk the paths of the Buddha or Christ. there is no more alpha there.